“I’d have to be a selfish asshole to take advantage of you when you’re like this.” But he’s looking at me in the way I’ve always fantasized about, like he has a thousand things he wants to do to my body and hasn’t decided where he wants to start. “It’s what we both want, isn’t it?” When he doesn’t immediately answer, I press. “Why not do it?” He moves his hand to my hip and grips the fabric of my dress, pulling it tight against my body. “I could think of a few reasons. You were going to marry my son.” I can’t quite catch my breath. “I’m not going to now.” “You’re young enough to be my
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